There being no disposition1 on my part to renew our differences, and none on his to lead up to an open rupture2, my cousin Jasper Stapleton and I got on together very well, until we had reached the age of nineteen years, when a new and far more important matter of contention3 arose between us.
Now, our first quarrel had arisen over the ultimate disposition of my uncle’s estates; our second was as to which should be lord over the heart and hand of a fair maiden4. To both of us the second quarrel was far more serious than the first—which is a thing that will readily be understood by all young folks. It seemed to both of us that not all the broad acres of Beechcot, nay5, of Yorkshire itself, were to [Pg 35]be reckoned in comparison with the little hand of Mistress Rose Herrick.
For by that time Mistress Rose had grown to be a fair and gracious maiden, whose golden hair, floating from under her dainty cap, was a dangerous snare6 for any hot-hearted lad’s thoughts to fall entangled7 in. So sweet and gracious was she, so delightful8 her conversation, so bewitching her eyes, that I marvel9 not even at this stretch of time that I then became her captive and slave for life. Nor do I marvel, either, that Jasper Stapleton was equally enslaved by her charms. It had indeed been wonderful if he or I had made any resistance to them.
As to myself, the little blind god pierced my heart with his arrow at a very early stage. Indeed, I do not remember any period of my life when I did not love Rose Herrick more dearly than anything else in God’s fair world. To me she was all that is sweet and desirable, a companion whose [Pg 36]company must needs make the path of life a primrose10 path; and, therefore, even when I was a lad, I looked forward to the time when I might take her hand in mine, and enter with her upon the highway which all of us must travel.
However, when I was come to nineteen years of age, being then a tall and strapping11 lad, and somewhat grave withal, it came to my mind that I should find out for myself what feelings Rose had with regard to me, and therefore I began to seek her company, and to engage her in more constant conversation than we had hitherto enjoyed. And the effect of this was that my love for her, which had until then been of a placid12 nature, now became restless and unsatisfied, and longed to know whether it was to be answered with love or finally dismissed.
Thus I became somewhat moody13 and taciturn, and took to wandering about the land by myself, by day or night, so that Sir [Pg 37]Thurstan more than once asked me if I had turned poet or fallen in love. Now, both these things were true, for because I had fallen in love I had also turned poet; as, I suppose, every lover must. In sooth, I had scribbled14 lines and couplets, and here and there a song, to my sweet mistress, though I had never as yet mustered15 sufficient courage to show her what I had written. That, I think, is the way with all lovers who make rhymes. There is a satisfaction to them in the mere16 writing of them; and I doubt not that they often read over their verses, and in the reading find a certain keen and peculiar17 sort of pleasure which is not altogether unmixed with pain.
Now it chanced that one day in the early spring of 1578 I had been wandering about the park of Beechcot, thinking of my passion and its object, and my thoughts as usual had clothed themselves in verses. Wherefore, when I again reached the [Pg 38]house, I went into the library and wrote down my rhymes on paper, in order that I might put them away with my other compositions. I will write them down here from the copy I then made. It lies before me now, a yellow, time-stained sheet, and somehow it brings back to me the long-dead days of happiness which came before my wonderful adventure.
TO ROSE.
Day across the land was breaking,
April skies were fine and clear
And the world to life was waking;
All was fair
In earth and air:
Suddenly
I looked on thee
And straight forgot the budding hedges.
When I first beheld thee, sweet,
Madcap Love came gayly flying
Where the woods and meadows meet:
Then I straightway fell a-sighing.[Pg 39]
Fair, I said,
But ah, to me,
Nor flower nor tree
Are half so sweet as yonder maiden.
Thus when I beheld thee, love,
Vanished quick my first devotion,
Earth below and heaven above
And the mystic, magic ocean
Seemed to me
No more to be.
Love pierced my heart
And thou wert all in all to me, dear!
Now, as I came to an end of writing these verses I was suddenly aware of someone standing24 at my side, and when I looked up, with anger and resentment25 that anyone should spy upon my actions, I saw my cousin Jasper at my elbow, staring at the two words, “To Rose,” which headed [Pg 40]my composition. I sprang to my feet and faced him.
“That is like you, cousin,” said I, striving to master my anger, “to act the spy upon a man.”
“As you please,” he answered. “I care what no man thinks of my actions. But there,” pointing to the paper, “is proof of what I have long suspected. Humphrey, you are in love with Mistress Rose Herrick!”
“What if I am?” said I.
“Nothing, but that I also am in love with her, and mean to win her,” he replied.
After that there was silence.
“We cannot both have her,” said I at last.
“True,” said he. “She shall be mine.”
“Not if I can prevent it, cousin. At any rate she has the principal say in this matter.”
“Thou hast not spoken to her, Humphrey?”
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“What is that to thee, cousin? But I have not.”
“Humphrey, thou wilt26 heir our uncle’s lands. Thou hast robbed me of my share in them. I will not be robbed of my love. Pish! do not stay me. Thou art hot-tempered and boyish, but I am cold as an icicle. It is men like me whose love is deep and determined27, and therefore I swear thou shalt not come between me and Rose Herrick.”
I watched him closely, and saw that he valued nothing of land or money as he valued his passion, and that he would stay at nothing in order to gain his own ends. But I was equally firm.
“What do you propose, Jasper?” I asked. “It is for Mistress Rose Herrick to decide. We cannot both address her at the same time.”
“True,” he said; “true. I agree that you have the same right to speak to her that I have. Let us draw lots. The successful [Pg 42]one shall have the first chance. Do you agree?”
I agreed willingly, because I felt certain that even if Jasper beat me he would have no chance with Rose. There was something in my heart that told me she would look on me, and on me only, with favor.
We went out into the stackyard, and agreed that each of us should draw a straw from a wheat-stack. He that drew the longest straw should have the first right of speaking. Then we put our hands to the stack and drew our straws. I beat him there—my straw was a good foot longer than his.
“You have beaten me again,” he said. “Is it always to be so? But I will wait, cousin Humphrey.”
And so he turned away and left me.
Now, seeing how matters stood, it came to my mind that I had best put my fortune to the test as quickly as possible, and therefore I made haste over to the vicarage in [Pg 43]order to find Rose and ask her to make me either happy or miserable28. And as good luck would have it, I found her alone in the vicarage garden, looking so sweet and gracious that I was suddenly struck dumb, and in my confusion could think of naught but that my face was red, my attire29 negligent30, and my whole appearance not at all like that of a lover.
“Humphrey,” said Rose, laughing at me, “you look as you used to look in the days when you came late to your lessons, from robbing an orchard31 or chasing Farmer Good’s cattle, or following the hounds. Are you a boy again?”
But there she stopped, for I think she saw something in my eyes that astonished her. And after that I know not what we said or did, save that presently we understood one another, and for the space of an hour entirely32 forgot that there were other people in the world, or, indeed, that there was any world at all.
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So that evening I went home happy. And as I marched up to the manor33, whistling and singing, I met my cousin. He looked at me for a moment, and then turned on his heel.
“I see how it is,” he said. “You have no need to speak.”
“Congratulate me, at any rate, cousin,” I cried.
“Time enough for that,” said he.
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